Once A Cheater, Always A Cheater

⚊ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎

She just witnessed his husband, once again, with another woman. Of course like the others, the woman ran out of the house minutes ago. This didn't surprise her considering how many times he's done this.

Tartaglia stood up from the couch as he pulled his pants up, zipping it up before he wore his shirt. ".. Aren't you mad me?" He muttered, frowning as he turned his head to her direction.

She shrugged as she took her shoes off and entered the house. She took her coat off and hanged it on the coat hanger as she walked inside the living room and set her bag on the counter. She was always like this, quiet and cold. Never did she ever talk to him.

"I'm sure you're angry with me." A faint smile adorned his face as he waited for her angry response.

"Did you see, dear wife?" He asked smugly. He wondered what type of reaction he'd get from her. "She might've been prettier than you."

She just walked past him in response, like usual. She never spoke to him or anything, she paid no mind to whatever he did. It was an arranged marriage anyway, she didn't care. She was cold, secretive and unconcerned. Always had her lips in a thin line.

Her behavior was beginning to get on his nerves. It was an arranged marriage, but it wasn't right for a wife to act this cold.

"Say, dear wife," He called after her, his hands tucked in his pockets. "If you won't get angry, should I go and enjoy myself with another woman again? Maybe I should kiss them on their lips, huh?" He teased, smirking.

She shrugged once again, looking at him with the same cold and distant gaze that held in her eyes.

"If I tell you I enjoyed her more than you.. would you get jealous? Upset? Angry?" He asked, stepping closer to her.

His smile faded, his tone was sincere now. "What if I tell you I like her more?" He whispered, leaning in a little closer.

"..Would you still not mind?"

She shrugged... once again before walking away, heading to her room. She seemed to be in a hurry.

A few minutes later and she came out in a black tight silk dress that hugged her curves, accompanied by a white fur coat. She was on the phone when she walked out of her room. She was in a hurry. She walked to the door and wore her heels before she left without a word. It all happened too fast.

He was bewildered by her indifference. His hands dug deep in his pockets, he followed her outside. His confusion turned into curiosity as she entered a gorgeous black dress. It accentuated her curves and the way she wore it made him want her a tad more.

"Where are you going, dear wife?" He asked curiously, his arms crossed. "With that, you must be going somewhere important, or am I wrong?"

She didn't answer. She was too busy talking to the person over the phone. She seemed to be occupied, busy. She continued walking away from the house.

He noticed that her steps were a tad quicker than usual. He didn't bother to ask her once more where she was headed, instead opting to just follow her until you arrived at her destination.

He was sure he looked a little weird, following her like this. He didn't care, he was too curious of what she was up to.

A few minutes later and she was in front of a club. She hung up with the person as she smiled at the guard in front, the guard smiling back before she headed to one of the VIP lounges.

She seemed to be quite the regular in that club. The bouncer didn't question her authority and immediately let her inside. Her smile was beautiful, she looked so happy, and that in itself made him want her.

He paused near the bouncer, watching her head to the VIP lounge. "..Tsk." He pouted, yet he knew deep inside, he was hurt.

"..I guess I didn't matter." He muttered to himself.

Seconds later and she walked out with two people, men to be exact. They were all over her. One of the straps of her dress were slowly sliding off her shoulder. Suddenly, one of them kissed her before the other one kissed her after, taking turns before they all got inside a parked car.

A feeling of pain and betrayal washed over him when he saw her kiss not one, but TWO different men. The fact that she allowed them to even touch her was surprising to him, the way she didn't even push them off of her made him jealous and hurt inside.

He was about to walk towards the parked car and confront her right then and there but then seconds later and gunshots were heard from inside the car. She got out of the car with a gun.

She wiped the blood stain off her lips as she walked to the guard and handed him the gun before she called someone on her phone.

"Target 019 and 020 was a success." She told the person through the phone as she walked back inside the club.

He watched the entire scene unfold from a distance. His jaw was on the floor as he watched her casually just walk back in the club.

It all made her seem so beautiful to him. He was so confused at himself for feeling this way towards someone he deemed as cold and indifferent.

He followed her inside the club, hoping to get to a better view of her while she was on the phone.

She was currently in a bathroom inside the club. She sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was still talking to the person over the phone without knowing her husband was just outside, listening to the conversation unfold.

He was curious as to who she was on a phone call with. Her voice was so beautiful and alluring. He leaned against a wall just outside the bathroom door, trying to listen in on her conversation.

He couldn't help but be jealous at the thought of it being another man who is speaking on the other end of the phone, and you're being so intimate with him. It makes him extremely jealous, he doesn't want to admit it, but it's the truth.

"You have to stop having me seduce these targets we have or else I'm fucking quitting this job. I'm married, you know this." She said harshly through the phone. It seemed like she was an assassin of some sort. " 'Course I'm loyal to him. I'm just saying, you have to stop making me seduce them." She sighed, talking to the phone.

His eyes widened. An assassin is what she was. He felt a tinge of jealousy once again, he couldn't help but to think these "targets" are different men.

He smiled at the thought of being one of them. Not only was she beautiful, but also dangerous, he couldn't help but to like this side of her. He continued to listen in. Silence. Then suddenly.

"What. No! I'm not killing him! He's my fucking husband! Give me another target or I swear to our god I'm quitting this job." She said harshly through the phone. She was loyal. Though she was an assassin, she would never kill him.

"Yes, I know he cheats. A lot." She joked. "But, I still care about him..." It was silence after that before she sighed as she continued to talk to the person over the phone. His heart fluttered to hear her speak fondly of him. He knew she didn't love him, but there certainly was some affection to a degree. Her conversation with the unknown person was intriguing, and it was clear as day she wasn't a wife that he just married and didn't love. The fact that she cares, at the very least, was endearing to him.

"..You do care, don't you, darling?" He muttered under his breath, his smile widening at the thought of her caring about him.